Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 135, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 October 1934 — Page 15

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The Amateur Gentleman ~ Jeffrey Farnol=

utoit HLKE Ujua * Sinutw Rartr. on of Jonn Uarty former Er.g'.uh champtoa prlaeAgbler. determine* to become a eenUeman after recelv.ns an inheritance of 700.000 pound*. t3 500.000 Against the wixhe* of hla father and Natty BelL also e former p igilist. he leavea for London He chargee his rjroame to Beverier. On the way to London he meets Lady Cleon* Meredith with whom he fall* In Jove, and Anally succeeds in winning her promlae to marry him. Her hand la (ought aiao by Chichester, a rogue, and Sir Mortimer Carnaby. Chichester haa a atrong influence over Rona.d Barry, main*, hall brother of Lady Cieone. Bammame le hounded by Jasner Gaunt a money lender. Beverley seeks to pay Gaunt In an effort to keep a promise to Lady Cieone that he will help her kinsman. Gaunt refuse* the offer. Beverley buys a Dome in London in which he lnatall* John Peterbv. a former poacher, ax a valet. Beverley, reaortlr.g to force to prevent being shot by Barrvmair.e. Is er.terrupfed by Ladv Cieone. She declares her love tx dead John Barty appears at a banquet lea-, mg Beverley The guests leave on learlnging of Beverley's lor.lv origin. He quits the fashionable world and moves to hum bit quarter*. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR <Continued) “Old habits stick, sir." “And that I brought you to this dismal place as my friend.” “But surely, sir, a mans friend is worthy of his trust and confidence?" “John Peterby, what do you mean?" “Sir," said Peterby, setttng down the teapot, ‘as I came along this evening, I met Mr. Shrig; he recognized me in spite of my disguise and he told me to—warn you ” "Well. John?" “That you may be arrested ” “Yes, John?” “For—the murder of Jasper Gaunt. Oh, sir, why have you aroused suspicion against yourself by disappearing at such a time?” “Suspicion?" said Barnabas, and with the word he rose and, laying his hands upon John Peterby’s shoulders, looked into his eyes. Then, seeing the look they held, he smiled and shook his head. “Oh, friend,” said he, “what matters it so long as you know my hands are clean?” “But, sir, if you are arrested " “They must next prove me guilty, John,” said Barnabas, sitting down at the table. “Or an accessory—after the fact!” “Hum!” said Barnabas thoughtfully. “I never thought of that.” “And. sir,” continued Peterby anxiously, “there are two Bow T street runners lounging outside in the court ” “But they’re not after me yet. So cheer up, John ” Yet at that moment Peterby sprang to his feet with fists clenched, for someone was knocking softly at the door. “Quick, sir—the other room—hide!” he whispered. But, shaking his head, Barnabas rose and, putting him gently aside, opened the door and beheld a small gentleman who bowed. A pale, fragile little gentleman this, with eyes and hair of an indeterminate color, while his clothes, scrupulously neat and brushed and precise to a button, showed pitifully shabby and threadbare in contrast with his elaborately frilled and starched cravat and gay, though faded, satin waistcoat. “Gentlemen,” said he, coughing nervously behind his hand, “hem!— I trust I don’t intrude. Feel it my obligation to pay my respects to—hem! to welcome you as a neighbor —as a neighbor. Arthur Bimby, humbly at your service—Arthur Bimby. once a man of party, though now brought low by abstractions, gentlemen, forces not apparent to the human optic, sirs. Still, in my day, I have been known about town as a downy bird, a smooth file, and a knowing card—hem!” a a a HEREUPON he bowed again. “Happy to see you. sir,” answered Barnabas, returning his bow with one as deep. “I am Barnabas Barty at your service, and this is

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my good friend John Peterby. We are about to have supper—nothing very much—tea, sir, eggs and a cold fowl, but if you should honor us—" "Sir,” cried the little gentleman with a quaver of eagerness in his voice and a gleam in his eye, both quickly suppressed, ‘‘hem!—indeed I thank you, but—regret I have already supped—hem duck and green peas, gentlemen, though 111 admit the duck was tough—deuced tough, hem! Still, if I might be permitted to toy with an egg and discuss a dish of tea, the honor would be mine, sirs would be mine!" Then, while Peterby hastened to set the edibles before him, Barnabas drew up a chair and, with many bows and flutterings of the thin, restless hands, the little gentleman sat down. “Indeed, Indeed,” he stammered, blinking his pale eyes, “this Is most kind. I protest, mast kind and neighborly!” Which said, he stooped suddenly above his plate and began to eat, that is to say he swallowed one or two mouthfuls with a nervous haste that was very like voracity, checked himself, and glancing guiltily from unconslcous Barnabas to equally unconscious Peterby, sighed and thereafter ate his food as deliberately as might be expected •>f one who had lately dined upon duck and green peas. “Ah!” said he, when at length his hunger was somewhat assuaged, "you are noticing the patch in my left elbow, sir?” “No indeed!” began Barnabas. “I think you were, sir—every one does, every one—it can’t be missed, sir, and I—hem! I’m extreme conscious of it myself sirs. I really must discard this old coat, but—hem! I’m attached to it—foolish sentiment, sirs. I wear it for associations’ sake, it awakens memory, and memory is a blessed thing, sirs, a very blessed thing!” z “Sometimes!” sighed Barnabas. “In me, sirs, you behold a decayed gentleman, yet one who has lived in his time, but now r , sirs, all that remains to me is—that coat. A prince once commended it, the Beau himself condescended to notice it! Yes, sirs, I was rich once and happily married, and my friends were many. But—my best friend deceived and ruined me, my wife fled away and left me. sirs, my friends all forsook me and, today, all that I have to remind me of what I was when I was young and lived, is this old coat. Today I exist as a lawwriter, today I am old, and with my vanished youth hope has vanished too. And I call myself a decayed gentleman because I'm—fading, sirs. Yes, one may fade and still be a gentleman, but who ever heard of a fading ploughman?” “Who, indeed?” said Barnabas. “But to fade, sir,” continued the little gentleman, lifting a thin, bloodless hand, “though genteel, Is a slow process and a very weary one, and therefore I am sometimes greatly tempted to take the—easier course, the —shorter way.” “What do you mean?” “Well, sir, there are other names for it, but—hem!—l prefer to call it ‘the shorter way.’ ” “Do you mean—suicide?” a a a “QIR,” cried Mr. Bimby, shivering and raising protesting hands, “I said ’the shorter way.’ Poor little Miss Pell—a lady born, sir—she used to curtsy to me on the stairs, she chose ’the shorter way.’ She also was old, you see, and weary. And tonight I met another who sought to take this ‘shorter way’— but he was young, and for the young there is always hope. So I brought him home with me and tried to comfort him, but I fear—” (To Be Continued)

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“Because he did not kill him,” answered Tarzan. “Phobeg is the sort that would bestow dog-lika devotion upon one who was more powerful than he, for he worships physical prowess. I am grateful for his warning. Erot is my enemy.” he added. “Let him do his worst.”

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